3 months
“Remembrance, like needles in my spine, tears burn my skin like cigarettes…” I through My journal on the bed next to me. “I can’t do this, Anya”. Anya sighed “come on, you need to be a bit more brave. Plus we’ve been practicing this for weeks”. I sigh and plop down the bed right next to my journal. Last month something happened, I don’t know what but it made the ship seem…sad. It’s like everyone’s brains were on autopilot, so me and Anya decided that we were gonna put on a 2 woman show. The play is tomorrow and I keep messing up my last line. The play is about a man who discovers an angel and decides to adopt her, he falls in love with her but then she tells him she has to go back to heaven and the only way he can see her again is if he surrenders his life to the gods. Anya said that when she was a kid, her mother would read her stories like that all the time, my mother did too. Anya was originally supposed to play the man but for some reason she said she couldn’t. Me and Anya had become friends. Not super close friends but well friends enough to say we are. Shes stoic, she’s usually not quiet and she speaks her mind well, that’s why I like her so much, she's fearless, capable, and when her soft, black hair hits her shoulders I feel alive. I keep a list of the characters of everyone on the ship, none of them are as detailed as Anya’s. There even a little sketch of her at the bottom of the page.
[TIME SKIP]
It was the day of the play, me and Anya were doing some last minute rehearsals to make sure we have the script down packed. The others were already in the common area, waiting. “Hey, y/n” Anya grabbed my attention “do you have a hair tie?” She looked at me with the softest eyes, but I couldn’t tell she was hiding something. “Uh, yeah I have one” I toss her the hair tie and prepare to start the play, ignoring the suspicious look in her eyes…